“‘Who’s that,’ said Bob, ’talking
about hanging Papishes? Where—­where
are they to be hanged? Under God, I have seen
more of the villains hanged than any other frail sinner
in the province. Oh, it is a consoling—­a
sustaining sight!’

“’What’s the reason, then, that
the Protestant gentry of the country don’t stand
by their own? Why do they deal with Papishes?
By Japers they don’t daserve us to stand by
them.’

“’I say, Fulton, it’s a d—­d
lie. I was at the wrecking of the Ballygrass
Threshers, when you shabbed sickness and wouldn’t
go.’

“’And I am glad I didn’t. A
purty business you made of it—­to pull down
the houses, and wreck the furniture about the ears
of a set of women and children; I say such conduct
is disgraceful to Orangemen.’

“‘An’ what the devil right have
you to expect the sargeantship, then, when you won’t
perform its duties?’

“’I don’t care a d—­n
about you or it. The Pope in the pillory, the
pillory in h—­l—­’

“’—­Sent the bullet through
his palm, and kept his finger and thumb together ever
since—­

“’Lerolero lillibullero, lillibullerobuuenela.’—­

’—­Sleet or slaughter,
holy water, Sprinkle the Catholics every one;
Cut them asunder, and make them lie undher, The
Protestant boys will carry their own.—.

“’They can never stand the guns—­the
lead makes them fly—­and, by Japers, they’ll
get it.—­’

“‘What health, man? out with it; are we
to sit here all night for it?—­’

“’He gets half his bread from a d——­d
Papish, merely because, he’s his tenant—­instead
of getting the whole of it from me, that’s better
than a tenant, a brother Orangeman—­

“’King James
he pitched his tents between
The lines for to retire;
But King William threw
his bomb balls in,
And set them all on
fire.’—­

“In fact the confusion of Babel was nothing
to it now, every voice was loud, and what between
singing, swearing, shouting, arguing, drinking toasts,
and howling, of various descriptions, it would not
be easy to to find anything in any other country that
could be compared to it.

“Phil himself was by this time nearly as drunk
as any of them, but in consequence of several hints
from those who preserved their sobriety, and several
of them did, he now got to his legs, and called silence.

“’Silence, sil-sil-silence, I say, d—­n
my honor if I’ll bear this. Do you think
(hiccup) we can separate without drinking the Castle
Cu-Cumber toast. Fill, gentle-(hic-cup)-men, here’s
Lord Cumber and the Castle-Castle Cu-Cumber property,
with the health of Sol-Sol-Solo-Solomon M’Slime,
Esq.—­

“’For God
will be our king this day,
And I’ll be the
general over—­eh—­over—­no,
no, under.’—­